Tuesday, July 25, 2017

My First Time (Toys Without Tots)...

Remember your first time?
The excitement? The sweat? No, not that
first time. The other first time. I mean, when you first realized
that you were a gamer.

So, testimonial.
The story of my first time (minus the sweat)...

Back in the sixth grade, I used to catch the bus on a street
corner just one block away from where I lived.
We'd been there for years, and I clearly remember walking to elementary
school and passing my future bus stop every day. Hell, I even remember doing the math and
calculating how old I'd be in the year 2000, getting the numbers right, but
utterly failing to anticipate home computers and the whole Y2K thing. But yeah, I knew that I'd turn 33 in that
future time and was pretty sure I wouldn't
get that awesome flying car...

But back in 1978, I found something better. I found role-playing.

Now, I was a sixth-grader and in the process of outliving my
interest in toys. Sort of. The truth was, I was still interested in play, but I didn't know how to channel
it. I liked models and still appreciated
my Shogun Warriors and Star Wars action figures. In short, I still loved the
stuff of childhood play, but didn't have clue one about what to do with any of that...

Check out these toys. I mean, who could resist?(Image courtesy of the talented painter: The Mighty Eroc)

Play without toys? Adult play? I craved some mythical next step...

OK, so, back to the bus stop.
It sat on the driveway of a house on a corner lot. And sometimes, usually on warm summer nights
over the previous season, the garage door was open to reveal people playing
something around an elaborate tabletop diorama.
I was intrigued. And yes, it was
a war-game. But my curious inquiries led
me to a friend and his older brother who was becoming interested in a new kind
of war-game called D&D. And so it
began. My first character was Elvor the
Slayer, an elf in the old-school, meaning he could alternate between fighter
and magic user between adventures. He
died in old-school fashion, but the genie (so to speak) was already out of the
bottle and doing stuff.

So I was a role-player now. It
was a Saturday afternoon in early Autumn.
We were still rubbing summer out of our eyes, and there was lots of
pre-game chatter about Star Wars and the latest episode of Buck Rogers coming
on that night. And there was also an adventure; something about exploring the ruins of a crypt. But what I really
remember is rolling up my character and getting a 14 intelligence. Exciting stuff. And then there was the game. It was like playing with really cool toys in my mind. Only the best toys ever...

We fought some kobolds and got a quick (and rather brutal) lesson in
why we needed to search for traps and carefully explain everything we were
doing. There was surprisingly little
combat, but I staggered away with 2 HP and decided I was wearing my
armor next time, although my one spell had helped us stay alive. It was chaotic, crazy stuff.
And I was totally hooked. My love of play had survived adolescence, and I found out who I was.

Now, to be clear, I'm a lot of things. Most more important than gamer. But my first time, happily devoid of awkward backseat acrobatics, was still a critical (and accurate) revelation...